Return from the morning croissant run with Wilf to find Madame Bay in the kitchen chatting away to ' the font ' . Our saintly septaguenarian has come to tell us that she can't work today because she'll be helping her daughter Sandrine in the hair salon . " It's very busy at this time of year and I haven't a moment to spare " she says by way of explanation . Half an hour later, as Madame Bays ' wild child ' voiturette disappears into the distance , I wonder out loud why she couldn't have phoned to let us know her change of plans . ' The font ' looks at me and replies , somewhat delphically , " News and coffee go together " .
Water rationing clearly does not apply to participants in the beautiful village competition. The judges have been and our little corner of paradise is through to the quarter finals . As a result a veritable Niagara Falls of mains water irrigation is working merrily away on the village green . Even the phone box , which I've never seen anyone use in the eighteen months we've been here , has been turned into a miniature green house . Wilfs attitude to all this green fingered activity ? " Those who don't believe in magic will never find it " .
Don't know what's happening with Blogger comments. Had hoped it would be sorted today but it's got worse. We can read but can't respond . Maybe tomorrow ?